Good Morning

So it's 2 a.m. and I hear Gonzo (you know, from the Muppets) calling out for me... "Mhhaammm.... Mhhaaaaaaaaaahhm...." And then I realize that it's not actually Gonzo, but my 3 year old son. Who actually sounds like Gonzo. Especially when it's 2 a.m. And especially when I'm in the middle of a deep sleep.

Somehow, I am able to pull my head off of the pillow and swing my heavy legs onto the floor... I have learned in the last 5 years that it's inevitable. I will have to get up when someone calls out for me, so I might as well not delay the inevitable. Off I go to my sons room...

"what is it, Alex?"

"My leg hurts. I need medicine."

Hmmm... at this point I am so dead tired I can't even think straight. Obviously, I wasn't thinking straight at all, or I wouldn't have suggested that he just come sleep in my bed...

I think I just wanted for this conversation to be over and for me to be back in my bed (asleep) as soon as possible.

"Honey- you don't need medicine. Why don't you just come sleep in Mommy's bed."

ZZZZZZoooooooooooooooooooommmmmmm

Like a rocket he's UP... He's down off the bed... and he's racing into my bed.

Don't have to ask him twice!


Apparently, his leg must not have hurt that bad because once in my bed he snuggled all in and closed his eyes - a grin just beaming on his little face.

Okay- so good night to him. Off he drifted to a peaceful sleep.

Now, I, on the other hand, was somehow relegated to the 3 inch strip on the very edge of my bed. Can someone please tell me why it is when a kid needs to sleep in Mom & Dad's bed, they always end up sharing Mommy's "half" with Mommy?? Do you know what that equals out to? That equals out to Mommy and the Kid splitting a half... or, in other words, Mommy getting 1/4 of the bed. Except in my case, where my son took over MORE than his fair share and Mommy ended up with 1/8 of the bed.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep great at all.

But, this morning, my bubbly little boy bounced down stairs as happy as can be. I said good morning to my bunk mate and asked him, "How are you this morning?"

And he proceeded to answer, "Mommy, you know what? I have to poop... and THAT'S why my leg hurt last night.... yeah- because I had to poop."

Hmmmm.

Okay. Yeah- because my legs always hurt when I have to poop, too. (What?!?!)

Many times throughout the last few years of parenting, I've learned that sometimes kids have the most amazing perspective and give insight where previously there was none...
and sometimes I realize that I have no idea what my kids are talking about - but, that's okay- I still adore them like crazy, anyway.

Even when they don't let me get any sleep.

And even when they give me a nonsense explanation for it in the morning.